1991 Lyrics & Tabs by Azealia Banks

1991

guitar chords lyrics

Azealia Banks

Album : 1991 2012 PlayStop

Oh, là là là, flirting with a cool french dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, café au lait?

Voulez-vous nigga mad francois
Who are you nigga, hahaha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young noobie, young coochy tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-mic
Rata-tat-tat-tat nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat
Silly cat, you know how that scratch?
How you do that, do that, do do that that that?
1991 my time has come
Oh, nah nah Ma, your time is done
Primadonna mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin

Oh, nah nah Ma, your time is done
Primadonna mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin
I sell you, you buy, that’s my version
Mommy tie these rhymes it’s my verses
Oh me, Oh my, you will not persist
Pyramid, one eye, all my assets
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is off top
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
You want a chance with a youngin, wanna ruin the weave
You wanna, wanna ? the breeze ?
And get the grams and a ? and the shoe with the "blead?"
And fit the grams in a ?, send the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Lil Bam(bi) no fool and tuition is G
Gimme the ? or the jewels, my permission to fee
I make hits, motherfucker, no we do it for free, ha!
Young tenner from the NYC, ---, young kill-em-in-the-denims, young venom on the M-I-C
Young villan ?
Elite rap bitch, I gotta send that beat back quick
Tip-tippin on these niggas, suck a T.I. dick
Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga, ima be that bitch, what?!
Juste believe that shit, you gonna be a bitch nigga, ima be that bitch!
Believe that shit, believe that shit, nigga ima be that bitch (what) ..
Come around, come around
Let the litte bambi run it down, run it down
?...
? sex ? no cougars in the house
Ima hush the rumors in a ?
Came in the game with a beat and a bounce
Never for the fame, my feet on the ground
Cloud number 9, headed to the stars
Baby I ride with my mic and my bra
Baby I recite in the raw the appetite for life and the hunger for the more
The island of Manhattan, I was Born in New York, city never slumbers
I would always dream it never sleep to the hundreds
Coco with the cream and abundance
Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what?
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don’t speak, boy you know you won't ?
Let me know what a man man man man want
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don’t speak, boy you know you won't ?
Let me know what a man man man man want

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